Apple Pie a la Mode

Braeburn had a twitch in his left eye, and as much as he wanted to say something, he hadn't finished processing everything in his mind just yet. Soarin cheekily smiled in front of him, waiting to see what Braeburn's answer was going to be.

"Uhh," Braeburn began awkwardly.

"I mean, you're the one that recommended-"

"Ah know, jus- please, Soarin," Braeburn finally choked up, tilting his hat. "I just... hadn't quite expected it of you to be so open to the alternative. Are you sure? You didn't right away strike me at first as the type to be into stallions."

Soarin breathed, still smiling, and eager. "Well, I, uh... heard it as another wild, spreading rumor. Actually, to be honest, I might've also arrived in Appleloosa because I heard that rumor as well as the one about your pies."

Braeburn looked away in thought, trying to figure out how this could've happened. Upon looking back at Soarin, he'd say, "Must've been Big Mac... That big mouth told me he'd keep it secret!"

Soarin asked, "What happened?"

"He... wanted to introduce me to one of his special somepony's pretty marefriends, and I refused multiple times. He eventually put two and two together."

Soarin nodded, and said, "Sorry about him not being able to keep his secret, but hey..." Using a hoof, Soarin brought Braeburn's depressed gaze trailing back to his cheerful face. "I'm about to give you an awesome blow job, and then you're gonna wreck me silly! That's gotta count for something. Right?"

Braeburn smiled again, and laughed. "Are you always this sexy?"

Soarin turned around, and began leaving the house entry way with his tail brushing up against Braeburn's chest as he went along. "Stupid question, because you'd know by now had you gone and seen some of my shows."

Braeburn gulped, and said, "I feel as if somehow... this just turned into an advertisement for the Wonderbolts. I do not mind, either."

Slowly, he closed the door behind himself, and walked towards where Soarin was headed. They decided on a nearby tree, where it was relaxing, and cooled off. "Right this way," Soarin said as he went along, gesturing to the small stool sitting perfectly against the bark. As Braeburn slouched on it, and giggled, Soarin just kept smirking.

"I've never seen somepony wantin' to suck me off so badly. You must really hate painting."

Soarin loomed over Braeburn, and came closer before saying, "Eh, it's not that bad. I'll even help you finish the barn if you want me to! Mostly, I just wanted to pester you just for the fun of it."

Braeburn nodded, and said, "I figured that's what was really happening."

Coming even closer for a kiss, Soarin mentioned, "Although, I wasn't expecting that I'd get to do this..."

Their mouths touched, and Braeburn let off a moan of satisfaction. He had been secretly wanting that kiss since first seeing Soarin on his property. The kiss deepened as their time together went on, all alone, and out in the open. Soarin didn't want to part with Braeburn just then, but he had something else poking at his side.

"Mmh," he said as it ended, a string of saliva still connecting the two. "Somepony seems ready..."

Braeburn blushed at the way Soarin teased. "What'd you expect to happen when you do this to me?"

Soarin nodded at the statement. He then sighed as he sunk further down to bring himself at eye level with Braeburn's pulsating groin. "I wonder what'll happen if I... do this."

He opened up his maw to take a quarter of Braeburn's prick in, and held it there for a second before backing away. With a powerful, downward, sucking motion, he then took in even more. By now, Soarin was all the way down to the base of Braeburn's ring. This had even earned a slight buck out of Braeburn who could hardly contain himself. "Woo, partner! Y-y-you sure know how to repay a fella!"

Soarin didn't stop, and instead, became that much more motivated by Braeburn's words. Up, and down his head went, bobbing his cheeks against Braeburn's thighs merrily. Every motion earned him a pleasant sounding moan from Braeburn. He even allowed himself to groan from time to time, enjoying the taste. The faster he went, the more assured Soarin felt that Braeburn was close to his limit. He released the stiff cock from his maw, gasping for air before saying, "N-not yet... Don't you dare."

Braeburn smiled cheekily while scratching the back of his mane. "Hehe, sorry... Guess you can tell when I'm getting a little carried away."

Soarin just smiled, and went back down on Braeburn forcefully. Throwing his head back with amusement, and wanting badly to cum then and there, Braeburn wasn't sure just how much more of this he could take. The inside of Soarin' muzzle was far too soft, and moist for him to easily cope with. He was already about to burst in ecstasy, and they had only just started.

"S-Soarin, you're... I-if I may be so bold as to say...?"

Soarin lightened up a little, but made sure to continue with massaging Braeburn's cock with both of his free hooves. "By all means..."

"You sure do know what you're doin'. I just... keep getting way to close." As Soarin increased the tempo, Braeburn begged, "P-please? Can I?"

Despite Braeburn's groveling, Soarin still shook his head, and denied Braeburn's modest request. "Not yet... I haven't taken all of you in yet."

He stopped, looked down, and blinked before blowing softly on the parts of Braeburn's cock that were still wet with spit. Then, very slowly, he began bringing Braeburn back in again, his tongue sticking out at the bottom this time to add extra support. Soarin was determined to give Braeburn the best blow job he'd ever have. Once again, the pegasus was back to his original upbeat rhythm, suckling hard on the tip with every upwards thrust. It wasn't until Braeburn released a small, sweet sigh of defeat that Soarin would completely submerge the increasingly bulbous prick into the very back his his throat.

Shooting his spunk at last, and grabbing hold of Soarin by the top of his mane, Braeburn moaned briefly. This went on for a good number of seconds before he'd finally let go of Soarin. With his eyes slightly open, and Braeburn's thick, white essence dripping nicely from his puffy cheeks, Soarin struggled to giggle at first before loyally swallowing what he could. All Braeburn could do was watch with his mouth agape, thoroughly impressed. "Th-that was..."

"Amazing?" Soarin asked confidently. His upright stature failed him, however, and he began coughing a few times after a quick gag.

Braeburn held onto his back, and patted while saying, "Whoa, easy... You sure you didn't over-do it?"

As a reply, Soarin gave Braeburn a tender kiss before distancing himself for just a minute. "I'm fine, I just... you had a lot to give, and I wanted to make all of this up to you in the best way possible."

Braeburn grinned kindly. "If I might say? So far, you're doin' a great job."

Soarin blushed at the compliment, and then began making his way to the oak fence. Naturally, Braeburn came along, and as he followed extremely closely behind, he also decided that now would be a good time to prepare that perky looking ass of Soarin's for what was coming next. Gently, he muzzled, and licked Soarin's edges until he was nice and wet enough, causing Soarin to let out a yelp from such an unexpected surprise. "Ohh, Brae...? Heh, I wasn't necessarily anticipating that, but... whatever you do, just d-don't stop...!"

Braeburn followed orders, making sure that Soarin would stay good and loosened upon his entrance. Then, without very much delay, he hopped up and onto Soarin's backside just as soon as they reached the fence, and while grabbing hold of both his ass cheeks, he pressed his erect member against his lusting partner. Before proceeding, he took the time to check on Soarin. "Ready for the best part of all?"

Soarin flirted, "Been ready ever since I stole that pie of yours!"

"That's it!"

Without mercy, Braeburn pushed himself down, and deeply into Soarin, penetrating his very core. This caused Soarin to gasp sharply, and grab hold of the fence that much more, crying out a little due to how roughly Braeburn was being with him. Although, all in all, Braeburn found it quite easy to simply slide his way through, and once inside, he felt as if he might not be able to stop.

"Mmh," he moaned once. "You're... really warm, you know that?" Braeburn complimented. "A-and... it feels as if you just keep... t-tugging me in deeper!"

"Hehe," Soarin giggled, his eyes drooping thanks to all of the pleasure that was just then washing over him. "It's totally you're fault... I mean, y-you mounted me so suddenly...! You s-shouldn't do that...!"

Braeburn chuckled in between a powerful hump, and just shook his head, allowing beads of sweat to drip down to the dirt below. Some of it landed on Soarin's cutie mark, and as it slid down, it made a nice, wet line on his ass. This only helped to encourage Braeburn not to hold back. "I'll..." Braeburn began to mumble, "I'll teach you to go around stealin' pies!"

Soarin's moans quickened, as did the pace of Braeburn's thrusts. He just kept on becoming more and more assertive as their fun went on. "Ah..." Soarin struggled not to cum from just his ass being ravaged alone, but he'd be lying to himself had he tried to deny how skilled Braeburn was really being with him. "B-Brae... Please, I can't hold on much longer. You're... y-you're being too rough! Please!"

Braeburn tried to listen, but something was stopping him from being able to hear everything correctly. The euphoria of being able to screwing somepony such as Soarin was just far too great of a sensation for him to shake away. Soarin's wings were also supporting the weight of Braeburn's torso, making it all too easy for Braeburn to keep going.

He was lost in the thrilling experience of ramming his rock solid member back and forth, down and up, in and out of by now what was already a well fucked opening. Everything for Soaring was becoming far too hazy, and the ground he stood on seemed as comforting to his hooves as an afternoon cloud. He was so near his climax by now that he hadn't even realized it just yet.

With one, long sigh of much needed relief, he allowed himself to cum all too quickly, and with Braeburn still going strong, it only helped to prolong Soarin's amusement that much more. By the time he noticed that Braeburn still wasn't finished with his movements, Soarin was making all kinds of perverted noises, overwhelmed by Braeburn's mighty hospitality.

"Ahhhh, s-shoot! I just... I couldn't hold it in a-anymore," Soarin confessed to Braeburn as they slowed down if only for a second, but Braeburn would be right back to plowing Soarin in no time.

"So that's your limit, huh?" Braeburn teased, still moving his hips eagerly. He bit Soarin's ear by then, and mumbled, "If that's the case, then I reckon you'll be cummin' at least two more times before I do."

Soarin's face turned bleak for a couple of seconds, almost as if that statement alone was about to force him to pass out from sheer exhaustion. However, that's right when Braeburn submerged himself even deeper than before. "Hehe," he chuckled while staring at Soarin's lusty expression. "Yea, how's that?"

Soarin couldn't speak for a second there. He just gazed wide eyed at the open range in front of him, and at the grass beneath his muzzle which was already fairly wet and sparkly with his spunk. Then, with a huff, he managed to say, "Y-you..."

That's all that Soarin could manage to come up with. His head was positively swirling from already being brought back to the brink so quickly, and so forcefully. He timidly rested his head down on one of the wooden logs beneath his chin, the rest of his body shaking as Braeburn backed up slowly, and steadily. "What was that?"

Soarin looked back at Braeburn as best he could. There were hearts in his eyes this time as he said, "You're f-filling me up...!"

Braeburn timed this entrance just right, and just as Soarin finished his sentence, he hastily sank back down. Soarin didn't think it possible, but once again, Braeburn somehow found a way to reach even further than before. This forced Soarin to begin to joyfully spasm. "Oh... Oh, no...!"

As if his technique wasn't already too much for Soarin, this time, Braeburn managed to keep his tempo going even faster than before. Soon, he heard another good spurt of Soarin's cum hitting the ground, and all Soarin did in response was sigh. "Yeah," Braeburn teased. "That's number two!"

While Braeburn just kept on moving, Soarin questioned, "Just... how do you have so much stamina?"

"Simple," Braeburn said as a reply. "You're a great motivator." Looking back, and into his eyes, Soarin heard Braeburn state quite clearly, "I've never met a more attractive stud like you before!"

The more he talked, the more accurate his humps became. By now, Braeburn's speed was far too great for Soarin to ever even compare to. He knew by then that he was about to cum yet again, and that there was nothing he could do to stop himself. Just as these thoughts ran through his head, the pegasus heard Braeburn say vigorously, "You're mine now, you little, thieving Wonderbolt!"

With one last hump, Braeburn released all of his pent up energy into Soarin's poor, well ravaged ass. Soarin naturally came alone with Braeburn, and there was a plentiful amount of Braeburn's essence left over, too, so some of it even went on Soarin's trembling backside, and wings. Tired by the ordeal, Soarin looked behind him to see Braeburn practically out of breath as well, and said, "Y-you were... unbelievable!"

All that farm pony could do after an experience like that was chuckle slightly, and huff with sweat running down his body. "Yeah, you as well... I suppose we'll have to do this again real soon, huh?"

Soarin gave his new friend a sly smile, and confessed, "That'll probably be sooner than you think."

"Why's that?" Braeburn asked with interest showing in his eyes.

"Well, thanks to what's happened today," Soarin explained. "I can't exactly just go back to the Wonderbolts for practice, because I'm already super late." With a blink, and blushing cheeks, Soarin claimed, "If I were to go back now, Spitfire would just chew me out non-stop until our next big gig. It's better for me to just show up at the next event, and do a fantastic job later on. Besides, that's only three days away. That way, she'll have no real reason at all to still be mad at me, and she'll eventually forget the whole thing. For now..."

Braeburn asked while following along perfectly, "You need a place for you to stay in. Is that it?"

Soarin nodded gleefully, and then said, "Not to mention, there's no way I'm missing out on that other apple pie that you were talking about earlier!"

They laughed together underneath the sunset for a few more seconds before Braeburn finally lead the way back into the house. Soarin was trailing very closely behind, feeling all too happy with his earlier decision to steal Braeburn's apple pie in the first place.